Page 141 of Melt For Us, Daddy
“I’m not. My father told me, but I think it was an accident. He said my grandfather ‘was’ a great man and that I needed to honor his memory. Holden could probably confirm it for you if you called him.”
One look at Cordelia’s face told Ivy she was in no way prepared to make that call. “On it,” Ivy said as she slid from her Daddy’s lap and hurried across the room to grab her phone from her purse.
Pulling up Holden’s number, she put the phone on speaker and crawled back onto Cordelia’s lap as it rang.
“Ivy. Everything okay?”
“Yeah. We just wanted to ask you something. Dee?”
“Is it true?” Cordelia’s voice shook with the question. “Is Silas Redding dead?”
“You didn’t know? Yeah. Yeah, the asshole is dead.”
Though she held the phone in her hand, Ivy only had eyes for her woman. And the conflicting storm of emotions that passed over her face as she absorbed the news.
But the one that stood out at the end was simply… relief. To Ivy, it looked as though the weight of every painful memory, every forced touch, every night spent screaming herself awake lifted from Cordelia’s shoulders in that moment. Her own heart skipped a beat as she watched the woman she loved heal a little bit more right in front of her.
And when those emerald eyes locked on hers, Ivy’s breath caught in her throat at the raw, aching need in them.
“Thanks for telling me, Holden. We’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Plucking the phone from Ivy’s hand, Cordelia tossed it aside. “Bedroom. Both of you. Now.”
Yes, Daddy.
Cordelia
* * *
Free. She was finally fucking free.
Even though she hadn’t laid eyes on Silas Redding in over a decade, he’d still haunted her memories, her dreams.
Her future.
But now, with him gone and Harlan behind bars, the church would splinter. It likely wouldn’t dissolve completely, but it would be weakened. And she and Jacob were going to do whatever it took to ensure that what had happened to her didn’t happen to any more of the women and children trapped within those walls.
For the first time in her life, she could see her future clearly, the years stretching out before her toward that endless horizon. She’d always known she wanted to marry Ivy someday, but now she could see it clearly, her babygirl dressed in a flowing white gown as she walked down the aisle toward Cordelia and Jacob. Could see their friends from the club cheering them on as they said their vows, the three of them uniting as a family forever.
Right now, though, was just about them. About connection and love and all the things she’d never imagined having for herself when she’d fled the church at the tender age of sixteen.
In their room, she stood at the end of the bed, raking her gaze over her lovers. Her boy and her girl, so very different and yet both so perfect for her she feared she might wake up and find this was all just a dream.
“How are you feeling, Jacob?”
Despite everything he’d been through, hunger flashed in his eyes. “Fine, Ma’am.”
“You’ll tell me if you need a break.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Then both of you, on the bed. I want to watch you touch each other.”
Her subs shared a look and twin smiles stretched across their faces as they clambered into bed. Ivy took the lead, as she tended to with Jacob, and Cordelia couldn’t help but grin as she shoved a man twice her size onto his back. It was so much fun watching Ivy embrace her switchy side, and she was very much looking forward to teaching her babygirl how to properly torment their boy.
Not that Ivy wasn’t doing a fantastic job of it on her own. Fingers tangled in Jacob’s hair, she ran her free hand over his stomach, beneath the waistband of his joggers.
“All this for us, baby boy?” she asked with a low, wicked chuckle that had Cordelia’s clit throbbing.
Yeah. She was definitely enjoying her babygirl’s newfound dominance. As long as she kept it directed at their boy.
